Look at me; I'm all funnaayy… seriously, almost out of Chad greetings here. Any suggestions? Lool (:… I GOT MY TARGET. More than my target in fact! I love you guys SO MUCH. Too much, in fact. I stay up far too late writing for you :P I don't mind though. You make me grin for days after your reviews :D So, I would like to just briefly mention that I am the new Beta of the AMAZING s3r3ndipity, whose stories are so special it should be law to read them. So check them out. SO awesome :P Also, another shout out to Oreos Are Happiness, because, as always, you are the sun in my sky :D Like Sonny and Chad… smooth there :P And to all those Jacob lovers, I think you are mistaken... JOKES. Jacob is a babe. I totally get what you see in him (:

Now, I am still concerned that not enough people are reviewing compared to the amounts of hits. Almost 3,500! That's hugee amounts. So thank you :D Anyways, I am making a habit of incredibly long author notes, but I will try and shorten them, because I doubt half of you actually read it… but oh well. I enjoy rambling. I might start a journal on my profile. Whaddya think?

Final thing… this chapter is kinda based on a scene in 27 Dresses, my favourite scene in fact (: apart from that Sonny and Chad aren't drunk, they're just insane. Well then :P ENJOY. R & R. And all that jazz…

PS Chad still has his blonde hair in this fanfic. I have nothing against the brown hair. It's just due to a comment my Dad once made on Sterling…

CPOV

It was raining. AGAIN. How is that even possible? The heavens chucked down a whole lot earlier, and now there just seemed to be even more.

I wouldn't have cared as much on a normal day. When there was a building to do things in. When Sonny Freaking Munroe wasn't lying across my chest on a picnic rug in an old field playing with my fingers and fiddling wit my hair. And then getting up and clambering into the car when it, you guessed it, started to rain. I would have persuaded her to continue to lie there and not let the rain distract our perfect moment, but then I remembered my hair. And my hair always comes first.

We were now stuffed in my car, desperately trying to manoeuvre ourselves through the sheeting rain. I occasionally turned to Sonny, who was either glaring at the rain or just daydreaming. Wow. She really hates bad weather.

I felt myself slowly lose concentration… my eyes were beginning to lose focus. Driving made me exhausted – it was too much effort for Chad Dylan Cooper. Why don't I have a chauffer again?

I suddenly felt the wheels of the car swerve on the slippery road. Sonny head instantly became erect and she turned to me and began, not to my surprise, to yell at me.

"You IDIOT. Just concentrate on the road, will you? Man, just stop dreaming about yourself for JUST ONE FREAKING SECOND and DON'T. CRASH. I'm REALLY not in the mood to die right now." I suddenly cracked. I was so tired I had no control over the words that fled from my mouth. I didn't want to fight with her, bit it was a necessity to fight with someone. I'd just have to settle for her.

"You know what, Missy, shut it. You haven't even offered to freaking drive. I'm falling asleep, and all you're doing is sitting there daydreaming. What? You're not even bothering to TALK TO ME. And since I'm driving you to this FUCKING OPENING I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO TO, I think I deserve some RESPECT. God, Sonny, I'm not your play toy." As I realised the devastated look on her face was because of my little rant, I very quickly tried to turn it around. "I actually let you touch my hair," I chuckled nervously. Her fierce glare soon stopped me dead. Her eyes were tearing up in rage.

"Chad Dylan Cooper, you are SUCH a D-" At that moment, the tyres under us screeched desperately, trying to find some friction in the road. Sonny screamed, and covered her now terrified eyes with her hands. I yearned to reach out and comfort her, despite our recent dispute, but I was still frantically trying to gain control of the car. The tyres of my sports car were not made for roads this slick. I felt the car tip slightly, and then take a sharp, unexpected turn towards a hill. I began to scream too, not yet conscious of the fact that I was letting Sonny hear my girlish cries. The car slowly tipped forward over the edge, and subconsciously I gripped Sonny hand, still yelling at the top of my lung capacity. Her grasp was like a steel girder, and her nails dug into my palm as the car faced completely forwards and began speeding down the hill, the tyres not turning – it was like a giant sledge. We continued our screeching as the car continued to lurch downwards, until it finally started to slow, and then a stop. Sonny and I simply sat in our seats, breathing heavily and staring at nothing. My hand was still tightly clutched with Sonny's, but her grip had slightly eased, and I felt my blood begin to flow in my fingers once more.

After a moment of silence, aside from the pounding raindrops and the howling wind, I slowly turned to look at my fellow passenger. She was blinking furiously, trying to gain sanity. After a minute, she turned to look at me too, her expression a mixture of relief and… guilt? That didn't make sense.

"I'm so sorry Chad, I'm such an IDIOT. What was I thinking? I just kept ranting and ranting…" She continued to apologetically babble, while I simply stared at her, confused beyond hell. Why was she sorry? It made no sense. I had lost control of the car. And not managed to regain any momentum. Why was she apologising?

"Sonny, what are you sorry for? This is entirely my fault? Why aren't you yelling at me? I actually deserve it this time." Confusion flooded her face.

"Chad, I was having a go at you. You got distracted. That's how accidents happen. God, how could I be so stupid…"

And with that, she burst into tears. Sonny Munroe was completely bizarre.

Despite my still mystified thoughts, I pulled her in for a hug. She thought it was her fault? Really? Now I was even more bummed. Sonny crying is like Jesus shooting kids. It's just wrong.

"Silly Sonny. You did nothing. Hush now, hush…" I was having serious déjà vu. I swear my sweet nothings thing was getting old.

After a few minutes, she had stopped sniffling and looked me in the eyes. She looked so beautiful, with the last few remaining tears quivering down her fragile cheekbone, and eyes glinting like shiny buttons in the weak moonlight.

"Sonny, I think we should go find a gas stop or something so we can call a tow-truck. This thing isn't going to budge with just two people pushing."

She smiled. "Even with Chad Dylan Cooper and his 'Chuns of Steel' at the back?"

I smirked back. "Even then, Sonny."

Me and a very wet Sonny burst through the doors of the Diner we had finally come across after several hours of searching. A few people that were seated turned to look at us, but had no interest. How bizarre. I felt like bursting into tears – my hair was completely soaked through. It would take days to recover. I'd have to get another trim and texture when we got back – if we ever did. Sonny glanced up at me, grinning.

"Thinking 'bout the hair, Cooper?" She could read my mind.

"It's a disaster! I'm afraid you're gunna have to deal with some pretty un-Chadelicious hair over the next few days."

"You did not just say Chadelicious."

"But I did." I winked at her and made my way over to the bar, where a shady man with greasy grey hair was cleaning the counter. I never trust a man with greasy hair.

"Excuse me?" He looked up, his eyes droopy, with a look of complete disdain. "Do you have a phone my friend and I could use?"

"Oh, so I'm you're friend now, huh?"

"What else am I supposed to call you, my nemesis?" I muttered sarcastically. She chuckled, and made her way over to a booth so she could wring out her various pieces of removable clothing.

I turned back to the greasy man. "So. How about it?"

"Use your own phone, blondie." I heard Sonny stifle a giggle from her place in the booth. I automatically straightened my posture. I would not let such rude remarks break me. "I would, but there is no reception, obviously. Have you observed the weather lately?" I fought back. Nobody serves Chad Dylan Cooper without punishment.

"Well then what makes you think my phone's gunna work, Nazi boy?" Wait; did he just call me a Nazi? Why? I turned to see Sonny stuff her mouth with a soaking jumper, her eyes shut tight in hysterics. This conversation was killing her.

"It's landline, sir. And what's with the Nazi comment, man? NOT cool. Do you know who I am?" He glanced up at me, pure boredom flooding his expression.

"My landline isn't working. I tried it earlier. It's the hair, man. And the weirdo smile. Those dimples must have come straight from Auschwitz. And no. Am I supposed to?" Sonny suddenly cracked, and I heard her hysterical laugher fill the diner. Everyone turned to stare, but from experience I know she doesn't get embarrassed. She continued to laugh uproariously, her expression melting my heart. She was so cute. Urgh. Stupid freaking cute.

I turned to the man who I was beginning to REALLY dislike. I couldn't use the word hate now. Sonny once told me it was worse than swearing. I had just laughed. But I still took the advice. Don't ask my why. It's ridiculous. And it still hasn't stopped her from hitting me when I cuss. "Thank you for your time. And may you go to hell." He smirked at me, and went back to his scrubbing.

I went up to Sonny, who was getting over her fit. She smiled at me, her white teeth shimmering in the glaring lights of the diner. "Chad, can I borrow a dime?" Why?

"Why?" I repeated my thought.

"Because I want to choose a song on the jukebox, is why." I turned to see a huge, fluorescent jukebox standing near us, it's garish colours giving me a headache.

"Fine," I reached in my pocket and flicked a dime at her.

"Fine," she replied, closing her fingers over the dime, the grin still smothered on her face.

"Good," I continued, seeing where this was headed.

"Good!" She exclaimed a little louder, causing some heads to turn.

I laughed. "So we're good, Munroe?" She got up, and before heading towards the box, lowered her head to my ear. Her still damp hair brushed my cheek, and I stopped breathing.

"We're so good," she whispered low in my ear, her breath tickling my ear. I held back a shudder – that girl was beyond the innocent child she was observed as. She winked at me as I had done to her earlier, and skipped towards the jukebox. I sat, paralysed for a few seconds, then snapped out of it. I glanced round then grabbed a menu for something to do. The food was all terrible. All of it would cause me a major spot breakout.

I then head the barman mutter, "Whipped," and then chuckle slyly. I lowered the menu to glare at him with icy eyes. What a jerk.

I then heard a loud drum beat start the song that Sonny had selected. She bounded back, and shocked me by pulling my up by the wrist and swinging me into a waltz position, her arm round my waist and our hands wound together. I lightly placed my hand on her shoulder, going along with it, despite the pure embarrassment I felt. She looked so happy I couldn't ruin it, plus her body pressed against mine could never be a bad thing.

"Benny and the Jets? Really, Sonny? Really?"

"Yes, Chad, really. Best. Song. Ever." As she said this, the song went to the chorus. To my humiliation, Sonny began to sing – not quietly either. Not that she was bad. Seriously, that girl has a pair o' lungs on her. But we were in public. She was already making me dance. This was beyond mortifying.

"Sonny, how far will you go in demeaning actions in public before you feel in the least bit embarrassed?"

She giggled. "That sounds like a challenge to me."

"It wasn't," I hurriedly spat out, not wanting to push her any further.

"Well it is now." She once again winked, then terrified me to the very bone by jumping on the table and belting out the lyrics, which she seemed to know back to front. I felt the stream of red flood my face. This was not happening.

Then, to my utter surprise, I heard claps along with the rhythm. The diners were beginning to rise from their seats and cheer the very involved Sonny, who was know doing air piano. Who knew such a thing existed.

I then surprised myself by jumping up on the table with her. I later thought of the excuse that I just wanted to be the centre of attention – it sounded like me. It was acceptable. But at that moment, I just wanted to join her. Hold her hands and swing them and belt out the words of her favourite song. The viewers gathered round the table and began to belt along. It was exhilarating. It was so unlike me, and yet I was having the time of my life. The song finally came to an electrifying halt, and the small crowd cheered and whooped despite their scratchy throats due to the over singing. I beamed like a dog being offered steak, and turned to my wonderful, hem, dance partner. She was smiling even more, her face practically tearing apart from the force of her smile.

And that's when I did it. What I had been longing to do for so long. What I had needed to do since the moment she caught my eye at the airport. Since the moment we danced at her disastrous prom. From the moment I had wooed her on my set.

I leaned in and kissed her perfect lips, putting into it all the passion, love and zeal I had been holding back for too long.

I just prayed she would feel it too.

Done! How long was that? I am pretty impressed with myself. Well I hope you enjoyed. Lol, Oreos Are Happiness, I am sure you will understand the Nazi reference ;) haa. But don't worry. I don't think he looks like a Nazi. I'm not insane. LOL. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it… they finally kissed! God, I'm the author, and even I was saying "Just KISS already"! Out loud. Alone. I am that awesome :P So go read my one shot and the first chappy of Songs of My Life if you just can't get enough of the Evie (: lol. I have. So I'm a gunna go sleepy bye (it's 1 in the morning over here :P). R & R please, it means everything to me! LOVE you guys, see you soon! PEACE OUT SUCCCKKKASSS. Lovee Evie X